Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.